I do sleep better at night knowing my daughter has the dog with her. So does she. Big secret is the dog just barks and looks menacing. Would easily scare anyone away. When I keep her, she makes the most chilling, disturbing low growl when my housekeeper comes through the door. But then she runs and hides behind me.
The literal God-sent stray Doberman who instantly stopped my pedo uncle was the biggest wuss Dobe on earth.
He was old, had distemper teeth, loved everyone madly and wouldn’t have barked if the world depended on it...but the pedo uncle was terrified of him.
After 4 years of hiding in the house, I was able to once again run the ridges and mountains, carefree and safe, thanks to that old dog.
The one thing he had in his favor was the “Dobe smile”, that some of them do.
He honestly meant his toothy grin as a joyous welcome but very few saw it that way.
If not for him, I don’t care to think what terrible path I may have chosen, later.
My dad was always terrified of my Dobes.
Constantly bugging me about them, with the usual hyperbole.
And then we had a local ‘crime spree’ with people breaking into houses at night.
The old man actually said to me so quietly, I almost didn’t hear him, “Well, I’m glad you got that big ugly black bastard watching over you”
*Jaw drop*
:D